2 for 1

It's not been a week devoid of sexual activity...but busy.

I have a fun 3some to add, from yesterday more on that later.

Over the weekend, I had a message from a 28yr old 'straight' fella who said he's staying with family in the area for a few days, and 'invited' me to go blow him that evening when he was going fishing.

To be honest, I was far from convinced he was genuine, so I had a brief chat ...and things seemed a bit TOO easy, so I asked for details and what his expectations were.

He was quite frank about the fact that he had no expectation, except I would turn up, give him a bj and go!! (Nothing like making someone feel special :-) The odd thing is that it wasn't the usual line of perpetual time wasters, so I had a feeling he MIGHT be genuine.

He explained where he would be and that he wanted me to come along about 10pm..when its getting dark. I agreed, and asked that he confirmed when he was there.

Truthfully, I wasn't going to be holding my breath, waiting to hear from him, BUT...I never say never.

So..several hours later, at about 8pm....a message arrives to say that he's at the lake he said he would be (its only a few miles away) and then tried to describe where he was...as in fact there are several small lakes. In the end he sent a picture so help me orientate when I got there.

Ok! So the picture was the right location and the daylight was about right for the time of day, so all seemed genuine enough.

(pics and vid are mine, but not specific to these sexploits)

Interruption. At this point of writing, I got a message from (yet) another straight guy who wanted a bj. I must be sending out the vibes!!! In short, I invited him to the nearby quiet car park and said I'd meet him there.

10 mins later, he turn up in his van (ladders on top). where I climbed into the passenger side.

To say he's plain is probably the best description. 38 yrs (according to his profile) , not ugly or handsome....but ok. Seems as though his personality matches his appearance!

The car park is used little on weekdays, until early evening (dog walkers), so I knew we should be undisturbed. However the drivers 'cab' was open to the back, which had decorating equip in it, but had plenty of space, so I asked if he usually climbs in the back, rather than staying in his seat. He smiled (kind of), and in his monosyllabic voice, said he's never does anything in his van (what a waste of resources).

There was a small pile of dust sheets folded up, so I suggested he make himself comfortable there. He raised his eyebrows as if to acknowledge the great idea I'd had, before indicating that I could go ahead, as it was easier to get over the passenger seats rather than his seat.

So...as he lay back, undoing his Jeans, I helped pull them down. Well...with the lack of space, I needed his legs properly apart,,,,so I pulled his jeans off after removing his old work trainers. There was no underwear. He pulled his T up a bit, so exposing a bit of his body, which was about as uninteresting as his voice and face (I don't wish to sound a bitch...but it's true lol)

His uncut cock was quite nice though and already interested in the proceedings, soon worked its way up to a healthy sized average. A pleasant enough girth, foreskin which pulled back easily...very clean overall, given he was on his way home from work.

So...I sucked his cock, sucked and played with his balls, fingered his arse. He just lay there...which was fine, but I could have been painting his nails for all the reaction.

Gradually, I slowly eased a finger inside his hoop. It was TIGHT, so I'm surprised he let me in, but gradually I worked my way in until I felt his nut. Once I was able to stroke in time with my oral action, things seemed to happed. He Oo'd and Ah'd and couple of times and then there was the family taste of cum filling my mouth.

As a rule, there are signs to indicate a guy has finished spilling his seed and it's time to stop. But there was nothing from him, so I eventually extracted my finger, licked up the final oozing drops for the end of his nob. and that was that.

'Very nice, thank you' he said as though I had just finished paining his nails.

As he redressed, I did ask if he often meets with men. He told me that only when he goes to swingers sex clubs he sometimes has a bit of involvement with men.

'SWINGERS SEX CLUBS' ????

I'd never have guessed that about him.

Anyway...he wasn't unpleasant. I'd suck out another load if he wants me to...but if it doesn't happen again, I won't lose any sleep over it.

So...back to Saturday and the fisherman.

It got to 10pm and I wondered if I should bother sending another message to see if he responded. I figured that if he was genuine...he probably would take a look for any messages. Either way, I sent a message to say I was on my way...and set off.

The lake in question is in a public country park..and so I learned that one is used for fishing, but has no pathways round it. The car park was very quiet. I headed off in the direction I was given. One of those scenarios whereby the direction made sense once in situ.

After a 10 minute walk in the right direction, I'd passed one lonely figure playing with his rod...fishing rod, but I could see my target in the distance. I was weighing up if our activity needed to be moved somewhere a little more discrete (assuming there was no-one on the other side of my target, currently out of site). Not that I'm shy of being seen or watched...however, this is home turf where, so I wouldn't want to cause a stir.

I decided that with the rapidly dimming light...it's not going to be an issue.

As I made my approach, 'he' was sitting, slumped in one of those fold up 'camping' chairs, surrounded by fishing boxes, nets etc. A serious fisherman, it would seem. He was glancing back and forth in my direction as I got closer. As I got within a few feet, it became apparent why he was looking a much as he was. He was playing with his rod...which wasn't for fishing. That said...his dick was used as bait to catch me.....so you could argue he WAS fishing :-)

As I nodded and muttered a greeting, he did the same. I could see that look of trying to figure out if I was a bit of a dodgy dude. but hey...he was the one who lured me to the remote spot.

If it had become apparent I wasn't his anticipated visitor, he would have very easily been able to hide his manhood within the large jacket he was wearing, but he was confident of me enough to continue as he was. He didn't move, other than to continue gently stroking his impressive penis. His profile mentioned 8'5 inches and I'd seen a picture of it...but looking how far it was protruding from his open fly, that was probably a fair assessment. 8.5 inches, uncut, average girth and straight as an arrow.

I sidled right up to his side and leaned over to have a feel. He moved his hand away. It was only at that point I could see the screen on his phone, which as resting half in the cup holder by my leg. He was watching porn. (straight porn).

'I see the attraction of fishing!' I said with a smile. He let out a small laugh and his entire demeanour changed. I could see him physically relax and the smile changed the his whole look.

Not that I saw him standing at any point, but he's apparently 6ft, and skinny. His hair is short, with a neat side parting, gelled and very dark. possibly black. Now he was smiling, he did have a youthful handsomeness (as opposed to a moody scowl, which is all I'd seen to that point) and a great smile. His clothing was more suited to winter, but it had been raining and was quite chilly. I don;t know if his trousers were actually waterproof, but they had that look about them..and lots of pockets, like cargo trousers.

Now I could see things better, I noticed his trouser button was also undone..not just his zip. I parted the opening of his trousers a bit more and saw a lovely neat, dark bush visible at the base end of his tool. That alone was getting me aroused. His underwear tucked under his smooth balls. It seems as though he takes good care of his appearance.

Having a feel of his cock and balls, I commented that I assume he'd been stroking for a while, indicating the porn on his phone. 'A while, yeah'' (local accent) he replied. 'Been fuck'n horny all day, but stuck with family''.

' So is this what you do to get some action. come fishing?'' I asked

He went a bit sheepish and said 'Noo! I've not done anything with a man before''

''Well, best you just relax and let me sort your full ball sack out for you' I said casually, in an effort to take the pressure off him. I realised in that moment that there REALLY wasn't going to be unexpected surprises. He asked me to turn up and blow him...and I guessed that that's all this was going to be. Seems to be a thing lately, but it's worth it in the absence of more exciting propositions. If I saw him walking by in the street, I'd certainly be curious to know what his spunk tastes like...so here was my chance to find out.

He obviously didn't know how to respond to my suggestion and looked slightly awkward for a moment...but to help dissipate his returning uneasiness, I leaned forward and slowly enveloped his ample shiny bell end, in my warm mouth. He immediately let out a breath sigh of approval. I wanted both of us to savour the pleasure of his princely piece entering the cosy space inside my mouth.

With my lips wrapped round his nob and with my tongue flicking round the rim and into his pee hole, with hints of precum , I looked down his length into the darkness of his bush. It was impressive. He had been erect since I arrived but he was REALLY stiff now. I was thinking that as I was by his side, I would be able to accommodate him down my thoat....but it I went in front of him..between his legs, the angle would be wrong and his dick too inflexible, to properly deepthroat him. What a dilemma! :-) For now, having familiarized myself with the top end, with my wet lips encircling his meat, I slowing let it slip inside. My head bobbed up and down a few times, taking in maybe 2/3's of him, as it just reached the top of my throat...before I suddenly plunged down...driving the ample head down my throat until I felt his pubes on my face. Love that feeling. I head a breathy 'Fuck'.

I withdrew almost as quickly to give my throat a moment to adjust and to see the lads face. In the fading light I could see he was flushed. I somehow doubted he's experienced being deep-throated before...and to be honest, I don;t seem to come across cocks of that length which I CAN swallow in their entirety...not being TOO thick.

I did it a couple more times consecutively before returning to the type of oral attention he's probably more accustomed to, and then taking it deep again, before coming up for air. He'd let his head go back over the fabric back of the chair, but was lifting it and looking at me again. My concern was that having been edging for a while, he might cum TOO quickly. I wasn't in the business of spending hours 'worshiping' a cock for the sake of it, when there was nothing else on the cards. Sure, I enjoy a nice dick, and looked forward to a mouthful of jizz...but that was it. I was keen to see a bit more of him though...before it got properly dark.

'Feel good?' I asked. He nodded and kind of muttered a positive response, but it was clear he was in the zone now...even after only a couple of minutes of attention (ok...so he was already horny when I arrived).

I repeated the action as before...a looooong deepthroat before some more regular oral, nob attention, more oral and back to some more deep plunges before I stood up.

I went to the front of him and where is knees we wide apart, I pushed them together, reached either side of his waist, took hold of the top of his trousers and told him to lift his arse. The trousers were loose fitting so I easily pulled them down...consciously making sure I pulled his boxers (as they turned out to be) down his long legs, at the same time. In pretty much one smooth movement, I had his clothes round his ankle. The parting his knees again, I reached in to feel his smooth balls with one hand and to slowly masturbate him with the other.

He was clearly in the awkward zone of being self conscious and not wanting to catch my eye because I was looking at him in all his glory...yet at the same time, he was clearly wanting to savour the moment and take it all in. Sat down as he was, his legs looked long and well proportions, but I suspect if he was standing, they'd appear very skinny. Not that I mind skinny at all. His legs were also surprisingly hairy...which I also liked.

With us both in bulky clothes...even with half of his round his ankles, things were feeling slightly clumsy, However, with the horn running through my veins now, I wasn't feeling the cold, so I quickly removed my jacket, casting it aside before leaning forward, resting my forearm on his thighs, to spear myself on his face Impaler. As I moved in, he'd opened his own jacket more and pulled up his sweatshirt slightly, revealing a sexy, dark nature trail leading over a flat lower abdomen and up to his navel. I took his meat all the way down....and savoured 'him' more this time. I noticed the clean, 'warm' small of his body and the youthful freshness of his skin.

I'm not too bothered about a guys age when it comes to sexploits...but whereas age bring experience (usually), I can't deny that a lean tight body is nice to get my hands on...or mouth round. I knew this was going to be on of those occasions where the sex isn't going to be fantastic, but the fella's appearance makes it all worthwhile anyway. I'd SO like to have topped him out of his chair and fucked his arse...and/or impaled my arse on his might sword. Who knows, maybe he'll come back from more next time he's in the area, but I was enjoying him anyway.

Releasing his rod to the cool air, I lowered myself as much as I could while negotiating the clothing stretched tightly between his ankles (while thinking that I I got his boots off....I could get his trousers off and things would be easier still...but they were like hiking boots and I'm not sure how he'd react to going that far) ...I gently took the skin of his scrotum in my teeth and tugged very gently. He twitched ..obviously nervous at the precious situation he found himself in. It wouldn't take much pressure on my teeth an that was going to hurt him. Letting the skin go, I licked the side of his balls, nuzzling in to them. I lowered my need to the grass which pushed his trousers right down to his boots, but it was ok. With the knees well apart, I could now run my hands over his fury thighs and between the top of his legs...which made his legs waver a bit....until I cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped my other round his now seemingly VERY long erection. For a few moments I enjoyed the feel of him...and that particular view. His head was up..his eyes darting between my eyes and his cock. As precum oozed, I swooped in the lick it off. Nice. I wrapped my lips around his nob as if I was going to suck more precum out. I plunged deep and let my hands run over his thighs again.

Moderately crunched up between his legs, as I was, my own manhood was fighting for freedom. Hard, but still cocooned in the garb I was trussed up in. I needed to do something..even if it was to re arrange, but decided that he might not be interested in what I have, but I could still wank a load out. It's not like I was going to make him cum and ignore my own full nuts ...like I did with the guy I sucked off today!! So in having a quick rub of his long length and another brief search with my tongue for more precum, I stood up.

The suddenness of it it seemed to throw him slightly. I saw him tense up, but once I started to unzip, push down my trousers and give myself a few stokes (commenting that I was uncomfortable), he soon relaxed again. While undoing my trousers, I took a quick look around. I could still see him ok in the gloom, but it was now dark enough that if anyone was walking in our direction, we'd not be able to see them until it was 'awkward'. That said, neither of us seemed too concerned about that.

I kneeled again..but immediately, our combined foot area was getting a bit awkward with all the clothing was awkward. I hate waddling about with clothes round my ankles so I decided, for both reasons, I would remove my foot restrictions. I stepped to the side, back where I'd first enjoyed the feel of his meat, to have a bit of space and to hold the side of his chair for balance. I slipped off a trainer, pulled my clothing free and put the trainer back on, before repeating the action the other side. Job done, I stood straight again...and gave myself a little tug. He stared at my groin quite unselfconsciously. I had no reason to believe he wasn't truthful in saying that he'd never done anything with a man before...so it's quite possible this was the closest he's got to seeing another erect cock, in the flesh. I faced him more and slowly stroked myself as he watched. He was doing the same to himself, almost subconsciously. I let him watch a little longer, then reached out to take his (free) left hand and lifted it to my throbbing member. He glanced up at me briefly, but knew what I was aiming at. He wrapped his hand around the flesh and just held it for a moment.

After a few seconds, he smiled and said,

'Feels weird. Different to mine'

Having felt, maybe, 8 or 9 other cocks in my time (ahem!!), I suppose I don't really think about how different they can feel. It's true what he said though. His cock is a bit thinner than mine and felt very sold to the outside. Mine is hard but with a softer coating.

He rubbed it a few times...having a long curious look at what he was holding. Some clear fluid dribbled from the top. I wiped it up with my finger and as he watched, licked it from my finger. 'You ever eat your own cum?

'Nah' he replied. 'Never really through about it'.

His cock was in his still hand. I could see the glistening of a small amount of pre pooled on the end of his nob. I took it on my finger and went for his mouth with it. The was very slight moment of hesitation, but no resistant as he momentarily sucked the end of my finger. He didn't say anything, but half smiled and made an expression to suggest it was 'ok' .

I took his left had from my dick and repositioned it right at the base. as he took hold, I squeezed his hand onto my shaft and guided up the length. As I neared the top, more of the clear precum surfaced. A repeated the action of wiping on to my finger and aimed for his mouth. His reaction was exactly the same....the slight hesitate before sucking it off.

'So that's what man juice tastes like' I said with a smile.

'It's alright' hes remarked with an awkward, half smile. He took to stroking both dicks slowly at the same time, in part because I don't think he knew what else to do. As he entertained himself for a those few moments, I was trying to figure out the most effective way of broaching the subject of him having a suck. I felt sure that if I simply asked if he wanted to...it'd probably be a 'No' , even though I don;t think he'd have been totally opposed to the idea. Equally, I didn't want to take hold of his head and force myself in him.

I went for 'step by step'. I took hold of his left arm while he was still gripping my penis, and held it still. I then started to fuck his fist. As I did so, I was consciously inching my way towards his face. As he watched my dick thrusting back forth, he started up the motion of stroking himself, again. While keeping the motion going, I bent sideways and reached down to juggle his nuts. Although he legs were open, he did part them fractionally more as i took hold. In a way...the signs were all there that was growing in comfort as the situation. The activity did stop for a moment as I leached right of to suck off another oozing of precum. He was producing quite a lot of the stuff.

The interruption was only brief, and as I stood erect again, I made a few more thrust in his fist before I pushed forward that last bit and stopped. The top of my bell end was about 4 inches from his face. The fact that I stopped in that position...he knew what I was angling at. His eyes flicked up at me, he opened his mouth and bent his head forward enough to quickly take the nob inside, closed his lips and withdrew quickly.rather like eating a Mr Whippy (an appropriate enough analogy I feel lol).

'Alright?' I asked. He nodded. 'Happy to go again?'

'Yeah. If you want' (ha!...as I'm FORCING him into it). This time, I let go of his arm and lightly placed my hand on the back of his head, his hair velvety on my palm. I had no intention of pulling him towards me, but his movement was as though that was his expectation. He closed his lips a little further down the shaft, and for a moment, quite literally sucked it. I made a few small hip thrust, gently starting to fuck his face as far as his hand would allow...until he let go of my dick. At that point, I very slowly went deeper..but not as far as the back of his throat....and restarted the face fuck. He was giving his own dick not attention by now...he was motionless toy, focused on what was happening to his face,

I imagined that he was probably worried I might push down his throat or cum in his mouth. I certainly wouldn't have done either on this occassion...unless he asked of course!

He must have forgotten he could still breath through his nose, because it seemed has though he had been holding his breath, when he suddenly lifted his mouth free of my tool and loudly inhaled a gallon of air! I gave the back of his neck and affection squeeze and asked again if he was ok. He nodded. I didn't want to push my luck though, so trouser free, I stepped back in front of him and kneeled for a little cock worshipping on my own. I so wanted to get to his arse...but I felt I'd reached an acceptable limit for out first meet. From experience, I know that guys who feel comfortable and confident with you first time are a LOT more open a 2nd time. Granted...he isn't local....and may not even be interested in a 2nd meeting....but I didn't want to overstep the mark, just in case.

I cupped his ball sack again, gently rolling his gonads about as I return to some good, old fashion oral sex. I went at it more consistently this time, and after less than a minute (....I reckon. Who was timing it???), I detected a modicum of hip gyrating from him, beginning to creep in to the action. Obviously..still slumped in his chair, movement was limited, but I let go of his balls and blindly reached out for one of his hands, which I assumed were resting on the arm of the seat. Sure enough...his hand was there. I moved it so his hand was now resting on my head. I swapped my cock holding hand and reach out the other side for his other hand...but he got what I was doing and moved his other hand himself, until it too, rested on my head.

As I happened, that left my right hand free to toss myself off. I didn't want to find myself in the scenario whereby he cums and then has a bit of a 'head fuck' moment when he doesn't want me around. Not when I hadn't spilled my own seed.

It would have been hard to avoid given the cosy bundle we were in, but I made sure he could feel my wanking arm working way against his left leg, so even though he couldn't see...he knew I was wanking myself. Initially,his hands literally resting on my head and I bobbed up and down...but slowly I became more aware that his fingers were starting to grip a little and he was applying a small amount of pressure on the down-head strokes. It was just enough pressure that I could take his lead for the pace which works for him. It was no longer a 'Playing' pace..it was more like ' Bring me to a climax'.

His gyrating had turned into small thrusts which were undoubtedly no more than the tensing of his butt cheeks, timed to coincide with the downward pressure on my head.

After a while I heard a few gruff grunts, after which he did a rather peculiar rub of my head with his hands before taking it back into his noticeably stronger, grip.

I was at a stage where I knew I could make myself cum within a matter 10 - 15 seconds, so I loosened the grip on my dick for a while, but kept the motion going. 'edging' until moment was right. I shuffled my legs together because when I cum...my preference is to have my legs wide....but because of where |I was positioned. I couldn't do that...so option 2 is to close my legs, scrotum pushed up, so I could beat my balls as I beat myself off.

I was ready to go. I was guessing that my horny 'straight' face fucker wan't far off. He was trying to make the thrusts into my mouth, bigger and deeper, but that had the effect of tilting his chair backwards. It did cross my mind to stop and see if he wanted to stand up and continue...but he was clearly in the moment and we were in a rhythm.

I had had my left hand wrapped round his meat, following the stoking motion, but I moved it to his balls which were still quite large and saggy. As he continued to pushed down on my head....I took his nuts in my palm and very gently started to squeeze. Almost immediately his legs started...ummm.... 'flapping' against my sides. having got a good grip on his gonads, I applied a bit more pressure by squeezing them in time to everything else. He quickly made a couple of high pitched sounds of pleasure at which point, his hold on my head got a bit unstable but more forceful in plunging me down on him as he tried to push himself up into me. If the chair had tipped over at that point..I don;t thing it would have made any difference. As long as his cock was still min my mouth...he'd have carried on.

His whole body now felt a bit shaky and he was making more high pitched sounds. I started to speed up my own wanking when he muttered ''Ah...I'm....I'm gonna cum...Ah..ah...ah...''

I ramped up my masturbating to full steam.

I think it was the unsuitability of his position, slumped in a fabric 'camping' chair, less than ideal for shafting someones face, that amounted to his attempts to do just that resulting in a rather chaotic few moments of activity, rocking about all over the place, immediately prior to feeling the first shot of cum his against the back of my throat. He pushed my head down hard on his groin, then lifted it again before holding it still as cum..literally gushed. He was quivering and made one long, quiet orgasm associated noise. A couple of times he 'thrust' (as best he could) his hips and slammed my face into his groin and back again....just in the right position that I was easily able to flick my tongue around his bell end as his jizm filled the space and dribbled from the small gaps in the seal of my lips round his spunk canon.

I was jerking at speed to ensure I shot my load before he was done. With the extra sensation and taste of his cum fountain heightening the horniness in the moment, in no time I was also jettisoning my seed, into the night air, underneath the chair, banging my balls as I wanked...all adding to the sensation. Unable to be vocal, I made as much noise as I could with a mouthful of cock and cum, (nothing more than 'MmmMMmm' in various pitches). Noisy orgasms come naturally to me, but I also wanted to make it clear I was also cumming. When really horny, my orgasms do go on a while. I was still in my happy place as he released his hands...job completed. I relaxed my grip on his scrotum as I rocked myself back and forth slightly....as if still blowing him. I guess its a subconscious effort to extract every drop of juice, while savouring the feel of his manhood and the taste of his cream.

Eventually, the moment passed for me too...and as I returned to full awareness, adopting the previously mentioned 'Mr Whippy' action, I lifted me head to release his tool, while keeping my mouth seal round it until the last moment, in order to keep his juices in my mouth. A fair amount had escaped and run over his balls, but it wasn't until I was sitting up I could tell quite HOW much I was still holding. I was going to show him..but thought better of it and swallow the lot...then leaning in to lick more from his shaft and nuts. I could have just rested my head there and slept for a while...but instead, I sat up and looked at him with a smile as he lifted his head..also with a half smile and murmured, 'That was fucking intense, man'.

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He gave that little, post orgasm giggle that most men do.

' Yeah', I said, 'I've just swallowed the evidence of that'. He smiled again as he was obviously beginning to feel a bit self conscious at the reality of the situation. ie. He's in a public space, with his cock exposed, having just been sucked off by a man for the first time. He was making an attempt to sit up more, but my weight across his trousers was hampering the action. So...taking his cock in hand for one more upward stoke to express more milk, I leaned forward, licked it off and stood up.

Examining my own mess...I had a pool of my own jizz on my thighs. I did my best to wipe it off...and flicked it into the enveloping darkness (I wonder if fish like cum?). As I was concentrating on that and then gathering my clothing to redress, he, did the same. That's the only time he stood up, which was for a moment, as he sat straight down again.

All done, I faced his direction and asked if he was ok. He seemed relaxed enough when he said he was ok, and thanked me for coming. I didn't get the feeling he was in a hurry for me to leave...but equally, I think he was happy to be left to his fishing rod now, so I said I'd head off while I could still see SOMETHING of the way ahead, and invited him to contact me next time he was in the area.

What appeared to be a genuine reply of. "Yeah, I will. Definitely. Thank again man' followed, as did him a good nights fishing and headed off.

Well....that was fun. Be nice to meet him again...but if not...at least I enjoyed him once.